The
old Christmas tree
Once
a year it comes to brightness
In
the living room it shines
The
colour lights the shadows hide
The
Christmas decorations
The
same old things put up again
It's
the spirit that gel in faith
Of
a time some want to celebrate
The
good part of a life
The
road to a happy page
It
is written every year
Do
the good; take stock of the bad
The
old Christmas tree
It
never ages in the mind of a tale
The
whispering of a time
Long
ago in pages of a story
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